Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her genu in the middle of having her mouth plugged airtight by a midst, throbbing cock. She felt like a bystander to her own relentless skullfucking while she came to, with whoever was using her oral fissure as their own personal masturbatory aid content to keep ramming his articulatio coxae into her fount, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's throat raw, and didn't seem to care whether or not she was conscious or could emit while he did it. He twisted his paw over in her hair's-breadth, redoubling the fistful of curly brunette ignition lock he was using to keep his toy in place. She could experience a few strands of her whisker fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each time his genital organ bounced off of her mouth and nose, his prick plunged 8 or 9 inches down into her gullet, and she let go of a gurgling"g-lurgh"that came rolling up out of her throat.

"I'm about to terminate up here. Who wants the next turn at this nasty lady of pleasure ? !"Tina could hear his far-off vocalization booming overtop of her strangulation noises and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anonymous fraternity boy's pecker pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, fuzzy detail became more vindicated. She realized she was still in the frat house that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her articulatio genus were sore as fuck, and sunk into the raunchy rug of the Lambda Chi Theta sign of the zodiac groovy room. She also realized that the people gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of attention there on the floor, and the defacto frat house whore, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll take her succeeding ! I've been waiting all night for my chance with at to the lowest degree one of her fuckholes !"

"C'mon, what the fuck, man ? I said I had her succeeding !"

"Yeah, and you can have her after me ! It's not like she's going anywhere. She's been taking dick after gumshoe for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This strumpet has been doing a damn fine job polishing my shot, and I've got to give her a little tip for her outstanding service !"

"What, another one ? You've been hogging her the most."

"Shut the fuck up. I want to see her deepthroating, not your bitching."

Without any warning, the yobbo jockstrap making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating orifice reached down and wrapped one of his paw around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his finger's breadth, intention on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsils and let a massive rush of spunk flood straight down the rachis of her pharynx. With his helping hand viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a choice of whether or not she swallowed his in vogue deposit into her belly. She looked up, through blurred and tear-stricken heart, at the fraternity boy whose face she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took respective glugs, but she managed to keep chugging until he had drained his chunk into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head haste backwards and the cock that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her suspension for a second with her oral fissure agape and splattered with pasty saliva. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his shaft on Tina's face, smearing a sticky house-made portmanteau word of spit and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum rags. Seizing the mo, she took a gasping breath and tried to exit down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat tool in her sassing !"she heard a feminine voice cheerfulness from a couplet rows back in the bunch. That one got a salary increase out of the crowd of onlookers, who chimed in with a chorus of laughter. Without another indorse spared for her to breathe, she felt one hand release her hairsbreadth and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lips before she could even close her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry time of day, passing Tina's mind from one set of hands to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to take a big draft of air every now and then between sitting of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each shot of pasty gum, horking them down as quickly as they could give them to her. It wasn't until the 6th load that she began to think back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting ignominious dress that showed off her champagne ass in the comfort of her own residence hall rooms hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no tangible way of knowing for sure - to slurping down piping-hot loading of jizz like it was her reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

* * *

"Tina, what the fuck ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a voice from across the other side of the dorm room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina shaft back to her dorm roomie. She was in the middle of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a whole size too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curve ball like saran wrap and the hem at the bottom rode up so obscenely high that it showed off more than a clue of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit kind of gratuitous, she admitted, would evince off her flirty side. She admired herself in the mirror for a bit, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her trench John Brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame eyeglasses. She pushed up on her perky B-cup tits, making sure they featured prominently on her thorax and what segmentation she had was on display in the clothes neckline that plunged down to just above her middle. Tonight, she would be that cool lady friend from the entrant class that was sexy, witty, and always said the right thing - and everyone would want to get her number.

"You look like a fucking fornicatress,"her roommate snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her dog and stuck up her middle finger in the direction of the voice.

"nookie you, Ari."

"Look, girl, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have potential picked out a better dress for the occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much .."Tina noticed Arielle's voice trail off into aught, and then felt a dyad of hand clamp down onto the paper-thin Negroid fabric and Yankee upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the textile and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the fuck, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's manus while she fought to wrestle the dress back down into station. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the front line door of their shared aliveness space.

"The fact that having your dress pulled up around your waist didn't evidence me all that much more than than what I could see with it down should really distinguish you something about the message you're sending, honey."

Tina looked back at her flatly and seemed to consider her roommate's words for all of a consequence. After a beat, she crossed her arms with a miff and rolled her eyes.

"flavor, I'm just trying to have a in effect time. If I find someone to fuck, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to hap, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already most of the way through the verge by the sentence Tina finished defending her wardrobe choices for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her earpiece on the way out the doorway as the pair of them strode out into the hallway of the quiet dorm hall. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their political party chariot that she had forgot to put any step-in on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

* * *

Tina swung the car doorway shut with a loud"whump"and leaned over the door in the give passenger window.

"Thanks for the ride ! I left a tip on the app."

"Suck his fucking dick, too, while you're over there ! semen on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the drive in front of the the colonial-style white household emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top electron beam supported by a row of Doric dialect pillars. For those not in a brotherhood, the English people spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Hellene counterparts, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roomy and offered her another look-over of her tall finger before glancing back at the Uber number one wood and mouthing a still"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself unable to walk quickly in her cling-wrap dress and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") heels. She skipped past a twosome people already laying out in the grass in social movement of the howling old firm who were appearing to conduct the age-old and time-honoured fraternity tradition of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in hand. The closer she got to the movement of the building, the to a greater extent she could finger the bass threaded through the terpsichore music emanating from the party thumping her in the chest with every throbbing. She arrived on the face stairs just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the presence door.

"They're not going to find out you knocking. Can you even find out me speaking to you right now ? I can't."

"Yes, I can fucking get word you. I guess we should just go in, then ?"

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the doorway and, with no small amount of endeavor involved, heaved it unresolved. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the general brouhaha of wads of conversations occurring throughout the party at the same sentence. multitude were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a dB point apropos that of cheering at a sporting event. Arielle glanced back with a throw look on her brass and locked her finger's breadth around Tina's wrist joint just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to keep tempo with the lope that Arielle shot off into, dispensing"I'm sorry"and"excuse me"as needed. Somehow, she ended up with a red cup of mystery alcohol along the way through the sardine can of human being beings, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hallway lined with mounted animal point and ‘ Class of 1997'frat grouping photos in opulent, gold-leafed frames."Where are you even going ?"

"leaving to get laid, stupid !"

"What the fuck ? Why do I have to arrive ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with questions about her 1st and only college friend.

"Yeah, I'm going to go hook up with this guy I met in class. He told me to fill him in one of these back bedrooms."Arielle giggled.".. and I knew I needed to get you buried in this party before I snuck off. Go have some fun !"

"You're a real gripe, you know that ? And who's the cyprian, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spun on a bounder and continued down the hallway towards one of the many bedchamber with closed doors, no doubt occupied by standardized casual hookups.

"Don't get into too much trouble, roomy !"

Tina pursed her lips and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at least she had her beer. She peered down into it for a second, noticed it's slightly foreign colouration, but elected to cut down it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup downslope from her manus to the floor to connect the former handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the diametrical focusing of Arielle.

* * *

After a solid state half-hour of milling about the castle-esque frat planetary house, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to keep it from riding up too in high spirits and exposing her blank out panties, she found herself as an onlooker of a pair of frat boys playing beer pong on either side of meat of a rickety card table. By this time, she had accepted too many crapulence that seemed much inviolable than your average fresh-from-the-keg brew, but they tasted Henry Sweet and they went down like piss, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt discussion tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the on-going game, she was a rider in the operation of her own inebriated pair of loose lips.

"Whoever wins this next rung gets my phone phone number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back buttocks, internally nodded her approval at drunk Tina's bravery.

The one with the table tennis bollock in his paw halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the girl who had just put herself up as a trophy for their occasional game.

"That so, huh ? What's your name, cutie ?"

"It's .."Tina paused, placed a hand over her mouth and hiccuped loudly before tumbling ass-over-end into a fit of giggling at her own intoxication.".. Tina, duh,"she finished.

"Tina. Cute. Okay, Tina,"the backwards-hat eating away jock repeated as he flashed a look over to his opponent.

"You good with this, Tim ?"he asked.

"Yeah, I'm good with that. I just hope we get to raise the interest. A telephone number doesn't necessarily beggarly anything, does it ?"Tim replied in turn."I don't know, Pat, we might have to bear her up the ante on round two to something I couldn't find on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his eyebrows as if to prompt a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with solemn Tina still incredulously watching on from the back buns as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad drunk Tina further and further down whatever lapin yap she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong table, her Bible of encouragement spurned an energetic game of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her phone figure into the outstretched thenar of the victor of the match.

"Alright, Tina. How about something new ?"Pat asked, striding over towards the even-more-drunk-than-before Tina. Her sober ego watched nervously while he slid his bridge player around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling fundament. With his justify bridge player, he plucked the cup of mystery story hooch out of her occupied helping hand and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong table.

"Get under the board, Tina."

"Uh, what does this experience to do with the game ?"

"Just do it, sexy. You said we could up the ante, didn't you ?"

Tina shrugged and decided to go along with this adjacent round of the game. The Nox was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a couple of hot frat boys, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from Saint Patrick's loose grip, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the menu table. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood trading floor, a dozen partygoers got an all-access passing game to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and puckered asshole. Tina settled in the center, halfway between either end of the short table.

"Alright, bead ‘ em !"

Each twosome of branch on either side of the table wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their drawers down to the ankles and exposed their throbbing, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's eyes went extensive, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of intoxicant from the base beside her for a solid 5 seconds of chugging.

"Tina !"she could get a line Patrick call from up on the topside of the board."When you hear someone score on one end of the the mesa, you go to the opponent English and get to work. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a duad of frat boy prick.

"Y-yeah .. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the business side of the table. Tina, at this full point, was committed. She set out tonight to have fun, and to make her introduction to college life. The bloodline between sot Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all Night, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. drunk Tina wanted to suck some cock. Seconds later, she had one an in away from her fount.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the flow period leader, Tim. She decided to try and her best to do as she was told. She had only sucked one cock before, and that was her high schoolhouse young man. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this fourth dimension, she decided to try and take a Sir Frederick Handley Page out of porn video she had seen and hocked a load of expectoration right onto the head of the fuckstick bouncing in front of her face. She could take heed a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the table, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her delicious fuckpillow lips around the fountainhead of the pecker she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the clod bouncing across the table again. Faint, slickness, slurping noises started to regularly intermingle with the other sound of the political party while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after inch of the Saint Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her lips rode down his shaft as far as she could cram into her mouth, then back up the way she came. She could palpate his girthy pole resting on her spit while she toiled away.

"This fille is a fuckin'pro, Tim !"she could learn from up above her."brand one, or I'm going to keep her for myself !"

"Yeah, that worked so well with the last one, didn't it ?"

A muffled, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a snapshot into the loving cup on the other English of the mesa, and Tina immediately pulled her sassing off from Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her hands and articulatio genus over to the early side of the board. She was greeted by another voiceless fraternity boy putz, except this time there was a thin white line of gunpowder running down from the base to the headway. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your intemperate piece of work. It 's just something to make you find honorable. Just make sure you get me all the way down to the nucleotide like a effective girl."

She continued to sit and consider this. She was rummy, which opened her up to the estimate of sucking some random fraternity cock, but the opposition of being face-to-face with the option of stretching her sass around another slab of meat and a side order of intemperately drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making cognitive process. But Tina had seen the great unwashed railing line of business of Coke off of coffee board, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the party, so she figured that if she didn't do this, her night of fun was probably going to end. It would be a party foul, and she wasn't about to have that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her first year. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a winking, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the base of Tim's cock. She spluttered hard on his hammer, blowing house of cards of expectoration that turned into dripping track of goo that dribbled down her Chin and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so concerned with what was coming out of her sass compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric Benjamin Rush of the high sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the board was gone, and the music quieted down to a whisper. The only matter left in her idea was her, and the addictive cock she was charged with cryptical throating.

* * *

"Did she do it ?"Saint Patrick asked, having stopped trying to seduce at beer pong a few minutes ago.

"Yeah, she did it, and she's going fuckin'crazy on my pecker down here."

"look like we've got us a new frat home cumdump !"

Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its side of meat which sent the cups and table tennis orb clattering down to the floor. What was left in its position, situated between the duad of them and on entire presentation for anybody worry in seeing some newbie party slut go to Town on a dick, was Tina Shoemaker, who was high out of her head and eagerly bobbing her forefront back and forth on Tim's 8-inch beam of light. Patrick knelt down and met no resistance whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her frock up over her ass and to her waist. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his cock with her kitty and rubbed his bellend back and Forth in her warm entrance.

"This dirty bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and impaled Tina on his rooster. He started hammering away at her cunt, and clapped one of his manpower down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass impudence while he mounted her. looker-on had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"earphone tv camera trained on the depraved appearance of which the cock-crazed Tina was the star. As multitude drank, filmed, and enjoyed their amusement for the evening, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any fuck panties. She had to have wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her garb ?"

Tina was flying too high to own any ignominy for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this savory cock that was being squeeze into her mouth, and the exact moment when some early massive rod slid deep into her desperate, aching snatch. She could experience him, through the fog of her senses, driving in and out of her dripping wet hole like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Patrick would surrender an open-handed medallion smack to her bounce behind which would make water her tense up and twinge as the spank sent an electric automobile stupor across her cutis and right up her prickle. Her ass felt like it was on fervor after about a dozen spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted pollex into her whoreson. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to smoke Tim's Pole with the messy glide path that only a drunk, mellow frat adulteress could.

In her sex, drugs, and tool induced stupor, she was intent on making a name for herself. While Saint Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to work on Tim. She slithered her natural language back and Forth, massaging the undersurface of his shaft while he bucked his hips forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her pufferfish rim formed a vacuum cleaner seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyes up, tilted her Kuki-Chin back, and batted her foresightful, pretender lashes up at Tim to urge on him on to treat her like the partyslut that she has embraced being.

"Here, Tina, have another."She could see Tim's rim moving, but what she heard felt like it was coming from piles of miles away from her. The neck of a small underground was slipped up into her nozzle and she obediently breathed deeply through her nozzle. Then, she blacked out completely.

* * *

"That's right,"Tina thought as she remembered what happened - she had taken that last hit of coke and conked out with her throat still stuffed full of frat dick ; Tim's turncock, as she recalled, who well-nigh certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the import. This fourth dimension, the one shtup her expression was from her 3:00PM Biology stratum. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me intemperately"look, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her side is concerned is how to go for another makeup coating of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the familiar virtuoso of having her hair yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless mate stroked his pulsing fellow member right in front of her boldness. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the social movement of her face and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpet beneath her.

"Ready for another glazing, hoe ? !"the over-eager boy from class mocked. All Tina could muster was a nod. She was set up. She wanted it.

She closed her heart as she felt the first strand of pick splatter onto her feature of speech and set out plastering on her skin. As she breathed a balmy moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nozzle and the flat of her well-traveled cockcleaner glossa. A couple of spunk shots landed on her forehead and in her hairsbreadth, and she took it all just as she had taken every other warhead that Night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may birth just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roommate's voice. The whole step of her friend's representative was a mixture of worry and confusion, but the next thing she knew she was being helped up onto her invertebrate foot in the middle of the crowd. Arielle had pushed through the crew and was holding Tina by the shoulder with either of her outstretched arms. Tina was wobbly on her two metrical foot because she hadn't been on them in various hours, so she essentially leaned into the support joists her roomie was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

"Tina, what the shag ? I told you not to get in trouble. Your ass is all over twitter. There are motion picture of you everywhere. Are you covered in cum ?"

Tina felt a smile soma on the corners of her cum-stained lips.

"Look, I've got to get you home. You're completely wasted, and you clearly need to get out of here."

Arielle was just trying to help, Tina figured. She had come back from her own random assemblage to find her shy, socially-inept roommate the center of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the company with a pulsation and a hard putz given a one-way tag to blowing a load into one of her 3 hollow. However, Tina didn't want to go home. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest blacken dress she could find, drank herself pudding head, and then willingly ball up two fraternity son over a plot of beer pong. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to preserve partying.

"Hey, Ari ?"Tina said softly, leaning into her roommate's ear."Go home."

Leaving a stunned, slack-jaw roommate at her vertebral column, Tina turned away and looked back at her bunch of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me next ? ”